You can always see through to me, but when I look back I am lost.
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Do you remember those times when we said one thing and meant another?
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How much longer can you hide behind that one-way mirror?
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We told stories to each other.
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But we never said the truth.
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We just sat there, lying.
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I hate it when you hide behind your words; it makes me sick.
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Just say it.
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Your words are a mirage of lies.
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Your Dysphoria Is Another Reason Why I'm On This Side Of The Bed
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